AN: So I know these chapters are sort of short, but hey, that means that I can update more often! :)

Later that night, they still hadn't solved the case. They had no leads, even after running through every detail of the case. The rape kit had no DNA, there hadn't been any similar rapes, and sadly, Laura had been no help. There weren't any witnesses, anything. It seemed pretty pathetic because they were used to closing cases so quickly.

Actually, the case may have been closed already if Olivia had been herself at all. She wasn't very helpful all day. She was quiet, she didn't say much, and she only replied to Elliot's questions with 'yes' and 'no' answers. Elliot needed his partner back. He hadn't talked to her again about it all day, but he really needed to figure out what was going on with her. He knew that it obviously had something to do with Rob Lawrence, but he didn't know what, and he was confused as to why Olivia was still upset over her encounter with him.

They got back to the precinct around 8:00 p.m. after talking to Laura's friends and asking if they knew anybody who would want to hurt her-which they said no to. Nobody else was there; everyone else had left around 6:00, like usual. Olivia set down her things by her desk and sat down. Elliot approached her and sat down on the corner of her desk. She looked at him, confused about why he was sitting on her desk, staring down at her.

"What's going on?" he asked in a gentle but knowing voice.

Olivia sighed, but she looked a little better than she had earlier that day. She actually looked a little normal. Maybe she'd stopped thinking about Rob for five seconds. She didn't want to tell him anything, but she knew that she couldn't just never answer him, because she was beginning to become a sucky partner due to her emotional stress over Rob, and Elliot didn't deserve that.

"Look, I...I didn't expect to see Rob. That's all."

"Right," Elliot said, looking at her with clear doubt. "Listen. You've gotta trust me. You have to fix this somehow. You can't just keep walking around, thinking of Rob all day. I'm your best chance at getting rid of this, okay? Tell me what's going on."

Olivia thought about this for a long minute. She finally spoke. "My friends and I had some problems with him in college. When he dropped by last night, I was upset. But I figured everything was going to be all right because he left. But then last night, I got a visit from him, even though I told him to back off. It's not a big deal, though, Elliot. I just overreacted a little because I thought I'd never see him again. It was just an instinctive shock."

Elliot gazed at her. She had probably thought she'd gotten by with it because she'd made her explanation all wordy, but she still hadn't told him everything, and he noticed this. She had, at least, told him a few things. Rob had gone to her apartment last night? After she had declined his date three times? What a creep!

"Well, what problems did you have with him in college?" Elliot asked, thinking he might get it out of her since she was finally being a little bit open.

But no way was she telling him this. "Nothing that was too big of a deal. We just really didn't like him," Olivia said, standing up and looking down at some paperwork, trying to hide her nervousness. But Elliot could see her brain working. He could tell that she was scared to death.

"Um-hmm. What happened?" he asked again.

Olivia ignored him, pretending to read a file. Her acting failed miserably. Elliot could tell that she was just trying not to make eye contact with him. He put a hand on her shoulder, trying to be careful and reassuring. He wanted to say, "Liv, come on, you know you can trust me. I'm the best friend you've ever had and we both know that all I want to do is help you", but instead, he cut down his statement by saying, "I just want to help you. Trust me."

She tilted her head. "I do trust you. But I'm fine. I'll see you tomorrow," she acquitted, breaking free of his grip and leaving the precinct.

When Olivia got home, she found a vase of flowers in front of the door of her apartment. She picked it up and took it inside, already dreadfully knowing who the sender of the flowers was. She saw a card, but it was deep inside the vase. She jabbed her hand inside the glass container, but she immediately regretted it when she felt something attach itself to her hand. It was slimy and worm-like, only fatter. Then she felt another organism of the same species attach itself to her. She pulled her hand out of the vase and saw two leeches on her hand. Her hand began to hurt, throbbing as they bit into her skin. She wanted to scream in horror, but decided against it in fear of waking the neighbors. She instead ran to her sink and got a knife. She scraped one off of her skin pretty easily, but the other one was still attached, and it was biting harder. Her blood drizzled down her thumb, emanating from underneath the leech, from her bites. This bite felt worse and worse as she struggled to get it off of her. She finally got it off. They both slid into the disposal, and Olivia breathed out in relief. Her hand hurt really bad. She looked down at it after running some water over it and cleaned it off. Her bites were still very visible and puffed up.

He was really sick enough to send her flowers with leeches in the vase? How disgusting was he still? Hopefully he wasn't as bad as he had been thirty years ago.

Olivia grabbed the vase and threw it into her trash can with anger. She found herself nervous that he knew where she lived, even though he'd already made that evident the night before when he'd come to her apartment and tried to break in. She had to get rid of him before he did some real damage. But how? Olivia decided she'd figure it out in the morning. She locked her door and went to bed, trying to think about anything other than Rob Lawrence.

AN: Please leave me some reviews, if you have any ideas on what should happen, tell me! I'm open to any and all thoughts! Thanks for reading so far, can't wait to write the next chapter! :)